Hurry Up Scientists
and invent a cure
for the common cold
because I feel like
a dog log dipped
in broken glass

A HAW!

That up there is a nice little poem by my boy Ben Myers, who has a nice blog that I have just been reading while songs render. Ben's off on a nice holiday to Wales this weekend. He's staying ina fuckin' GYPSY WAGON! How awesome is that?!

I got up at 8:30 today you know. Jeres was already up. Downstairs smelled like pubs used to - he'd been at it all night. By "it" mean drinking booze with a charming gobby female Midlander. He is still doing it now! All day he has been doing it - Andy "Bardot" Barding joined in a few hours ago, and they are all sat in Jeres' pit, smoking tabs and drinking whiskey and cokes. Jeres is trying on his Freddie Mercury outfit for the Glam Rock party our friend Girly Gary is throwing this weekend. Jeres has acquired one of those skinny white tops with the red zigzag on it. Charming Gobby Midlander says Jeres has bitch tits. Jeres says drunk people will think they are muscle. He is probably right.

Bully for them! I have been up here all day finishing off Thieving. Which is now finished. At the last minute I decided two of the songs weren't good enough, so I scrapped one, recorded a new one, and re-recorded another. It all sounds lovely now. I am going to cycle to Camden and drop off the master with the pressing people in a minute, one the last take has rendered. Oh the excitement!

Those of you on my mailing list will have just been sent the tracklisting too. Lawks!